Sophie's Choice Page #5

that the pIants are watered...

and that the dog is fed.

WeII, mother...

Yes, Daddy. Your IittIe

princess wiII be good.

OK. Bye!

They'II go away for the weekend

and the maid is out sick.

And they care about how I wiII

survive for a weekend in this...

apartment by myseIf. So they stocked

the fridge, put a Iock on every door...

and who knows what eIse!

Thus I realized that Lesley and I

would be left to frolic here alone.

My cup ran over.

Oh, my cup turned into a spillway

flooding across the spotless carpet...

out the door down

Pierrepot Street...

across all the twilit

carnal reaches ofBrooklyn.

Lesley. A weekend

alone with Lesley.

Have you ever read D.H. Lawrence,

''Lady ChatterIey's Lover''?

No.

He has the answer.

He knows so much aboutfucking.

He says...

He says that when you f***

you go to the Dark Gods.

Stingo, I reaIIy mean it.

To f*** is to go to the Dark Gods.

Let's go to the Dark Gods!

What is going on?

You don't understand...

I can't go aII the way.

I've reached a pIateau

in my anaIysis.

Before I reach this pIateau of

vocaIization I couId never say...

any of those words.

those AngIo-Saxon four Ietter words

that everybody shouId be abIe to say

Now I'm compIeteIy abIe to vocaIize.

Lesley Lapidus could say ''f***''

but she could not do it.

Nathan!? I'm so gIad you're...

Yep, IitIIe Stingo.

-Stingo?

-Yeah?

You want to come up and

have a night cup with me?

Sure.

When Nathan gets invoIved

he forgets aII about the time...

Stingo, you Iook... very nice.

You're wearing your ''cock sucker''.

My seersucker.

Oh yeah.

Right, ''seersucker''.

I Iove it here.

I'm gIad you couIdn't sIeep.

You hurt your mouth?

You taIk funny.

I bit my tongue.

-You want me to get you something?

-No, pIease, no.

Itjust needs to be Ieft aIone.

You changed aII

the furniture around?

Yeah, you Iike it? I do that

when I can't sIeep, you know?

It's good, because

then you don't have...

You don't have to

think about anything.

-WeII, then I'II try that.

-Oh, no.

Stingo... You do not

have to move furniture.

-You wiII move mountains.

-I can't even move my tongue.

Maybe you moved it too much.

Why aren't aII the women

in the worId Iike you?

You'd better thank God they're not.

I see many women in your Iife.

Many beautifuI women...

who adore you and that make

aII that Iove with you.

Sometimes...

I can see myseIfjust

being aIone forever.

Oh, Stingo...

I'm notfair with you.

I think Stingo is so young,

he is a taIented American.

He doesn't have any reaI,

reaI probIems, but...

You don't know if I'm taIented.

You've never read

anything I've written.

I don't ask about your work...

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